Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 I’m Not Sick, I’m Pregnant?

Caroline’s POV

When I met Eleanor for Monday lunch, she handed me an elegantly wrapped bag.

"My mother heard you love this perfume she made," Eleanor said. "She said it suits you perfectly."

I opened the bag, and my heart skipped a beat. Inside was the perfume I wore on the masquerade night. The scent brought back everything—his violet eyes, his touch, and how wildly Rory had reacted to him.

"Thank Luna Marla for me," I said, hoping that magical night had left me with sweet memories rather than an STD. "I’ll stop by later to thank her personally. But first, I need to schedule those tests we talked about."

After lunch, I called the laboratory. They needed a doctor’s prescription for insurance coverage.

Thankfully, BuildRight Corp, our pack’s company, had excellent health benefits.

Our finances were comfortable as a Beta family. My father handled pack logistics and security with Alpha Gerald, while Mother assisted Luna Marla with territory matters.

We lived well, but as a college student, I wanted to manage my own expenses and be independent.

The earliest appointment I could get was two weeks out. Each passing day made me more anxious, though Eleanor did everything she could to keep me calm. When the day arrived, she accompanied me to the doctor’s office, arranged my lab work, and insisted on staying by my side through all of it.

Three weeks had passed since the masquerade ball when I finally completed the tests. Five days later, the results came in, and I returned to the doctor with Eleanor beside me, her hand squeezing mine for support.

The doctor looked over my results, then met my eyes.

"Miss Bennett, you’re healthy. Everything looks good."

I let out a relieved breath. Then she added, "But you’ll need to take better care of yourself from now on."

I nodded, already expecting the talk about unprotected sex I deserved. Not using protection was stupid—I could have caught something serious.

But then she smiled warmly. "Congratulations, you’re pregnant! I’m sending you to our pack’s OB-GYN for prenatal care..."

Her words blurred as my heart pounded. Pregnant? Me? The responsible Beta’s daughter who always thought things through? The one who always considered the consequences? The first time I gave in to impulse, and now I’m carrying a pup from a stranger I don’t even know?

Rory whined in my mind, equally shocked. "A pup... we’re having a pup, Caroline. What are we going to do?"

I swallowed hard, struggling to find words to comfort her. How could I, when I could barely breathe myself?

Eleanor gripped my hand tighter, repeating over and over, "Don’t freak out, Carrie. Everything’s going to be okay. I’m right here. We’ll get through this together."

How could anything be okay? I didn’t know who the father was. I would have to tell my parents. As a daughter of the Beta, pregnant without a mate. Not only would it bring shame to my father in the pack, but it would break my parents’ hearts. I was already looked down on for being a scentless wolf. Then my boyfriend cheated on me... and now this? Moon Goddess, how much worse can this get? My parents would be devastated, disappointed—maybe even banish me from the pack. How could I explain that I didn’t even know what my pup’s father looked like beneath his mask?

My breathing became shallow and rapid.

The doctor took my hand. "Easy now, dear. From what I can see, the situation isn’t ideal, but getting this upset will harm your pup. From this moment forward, you must think of the little one. I’m sure your pack and family will support you, but you need to calm yourself because only you can ensure this pup develops properly and is born strong. Do you understand?"

I looked at the kindly older woman with her glasses and nodded. Something in her eyes sparkled with an understanding that soothed both me and Rory.

She called for her assistant to bring me some chamomile tea infused with calming herbs specific to pregnant she-wolves, and while I sipped it, she provided Eleanor with all the necessary information about wolf pregnancies and prenatal care.

After leaving her office, Eleanor took me to a quiet diner at the edge of our territory, insisting I needed to eat something. The moment we sat down, tears started flowing. Eleanor wrapped her arms around me.

"The only thing I’m certain of right now," I spoke between sobs, "is that I want you and Nate to be my pup’s godparents. I know you’ll support them and shower them with love when I can’t be enough."

Her eyes lit up, and she began crying too. "I’ll be the most devoted godmother in the entire Blood Moon Pack," she promised. "And our pup will always know they’re loved! Nate will be thrilled too—he already treats you like a pack sister."

Eleanor assured me she would stand by my side through everything and made it clear that I wouldn’t face any of this alone. She promised to accompany me when I spoke with my parents. My parents... the thought made my stomach clench. I decided I wouldn’t hide this from them for even a day; I would tell them that very night. I would skip my evening training and go straight home.

"Let’s go then," Eleanor said without hesitation. "We will face it together."

When we arrived at my house, my parents were startled to see us.

My mother came over, her eyes showing worry.

"Girls, didn’t you have evening training today? Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Not really, Mom. I need to speak with both of you."

We sat in the living room. My hands trembled as I twisted them in my lap.

"What is it, dear?" Mom asked.

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